Cormyr - Master Bard Chanthalas - Prologue - The Dragon's Land - A Time Before the Years Were Named

Sep 21, 2026

Cormyr Saga Book 1 prologue opens in a pre-named era with Thauglor, King of the Forest Country, launching a furious, aerial hunt with a black dragon. As a herd of forest buffalo bolts through a clearing, the dragon’s coordinated attacks sever escape routes and deliver precise, brutal kills. The elder dragon finishes feeding while a young black dragon arrives, trying to claim remaining corpses. Thauglor drives him back, enforcing dominance and control over the hunt.

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Pages221

Reading Time5 h 40 min

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Prologue: The Dragon's Land

A Time Before the Years Were Named (-400 DR)

Cormyr: A Novel Book 1 of Cormyr Saga Ed Greenwood & Jeff Grubb Scanned by Dreamcity Proofread and formatted by BW-SciFi/Dreamcity Version 1.1 Release Date: February, 1th, 2004 "And in this land I'll proudly stand Until my dying day, sir, For whate'er king o'er all command, I'll still be a Cormyte brave, sir. " The Cormyte's Boast Master Bard Chanthalas Prologue: The Dragon's Land A Time Before the Years Were Named (-400 DR) Thauglor, King of the Forest Country, turned in a low, banking dive. As the wind's whistle became a tearing, humming drone, the treetops of the vale rose swiftly to meet him. He let out adeepthroated roar, and the small herd of forest buffalo bolted from their hiding place, stumbling and snorting in panic. Most of the shaggy beasts swerved to plunge back into the forest as Thauglor's shadow passed over them. Not good, thought Thauglor. The dragon banked again and cut across the path of the beasts that were still visible, bellowing a second time. The twenty or so animals that remained wheeled in a confusion of dust and churning hooves and headed in the opposite direction, back toward the clearing where Thauglor intended to meet them. The great black dragon unfurled his wings and beat down powerfully, cutting the heavy summer air in long, steady strokes, seeking to catch the stampeding beasts just as they broke from the forest cover. For a fleeting moment, he could hear the splintering and thrashing of their frantic passage beneath him. Skimming the treetops, Thauglor had to curl the tips of his wings and swerve to dodge the tallest oaks and duskwoods as he rushed to bring death to the beasts below. Thauglor the Black and the buffalo herd reached the clearing at the same instant. The expected updraft at the edge of the trees lifted the great dragon slightly as the first of the shaggy brown forms broke free of the forest cover. Thauglor's great shadow fell across them, the high summer sun shining through his thin wing membranes. The bawling herd tried to turn again, back to the cool protection of the trees, but by then it was too late. The dragon roared a third time, a roar of triumph, and fell among the tightly packed, frightened animals. They were screaming and bolting in all directions now, but Thauglor swooped among them with ruthless precision. His great scaled bulk bore down on one luckless beast, snapping the buffalo's spine and smashing the hapless creature flat. Thauglor's claws reached out to tear the bellies of another fleeing pair. Even as they shrieked and struggled, the dragon's jaws closed on a fourth meal and tightened with a splintering of bone. The dying beast thrashed in the teeth that imprisoned it, not realizing yet that it was dying. It lowed softly, calling for aid and comfort that would not come. The great wyrm shook it as a cat shakes a mouse, then flung it to the ground. The buffalo struck the hard-packed earth with a wet, messy thud, spasmed once, and then sagged into immobility, its struggles done forever. Thauglor the Black, master of all the forest, looked about in satisfaction. The surviving buffalo had bolted back into the safety of the trees, leaving behind only the four offerings to the dragon's huntsmanship. Three lay like brown-shaded boulders tinged with fresh crimson streaks. The last of the offerings still twitched and spasmed in its final mortal moments. Thauglor watched its passing with idle interest. The buffalo was lying on its side, staring up at its slayer with a single blood-filled eye. As the ancient black dragon loomed over it, the bleeding eye widened in even greater fear, and its owner attempted to squirm away, its broken back spasming as it tried to rise on shattered legs. Thauglor ripped open the creature's belly with a casual claw, and the light in the forest buffalo's eyes died. It was time to dine. The great dragon wrapped his jaws around the still-warm body and tilted his head upward. Powerful muscles surged, diste

FAQs

Who is Thauglor in the prologue?

Thauglor is the King of the Forest Country and a master of the forest, accompanied by a powerful black dragon during the hunt.

What triggers Thauglor and the dragon’s attack on the buffalo herd?

Thauglor’s dragon dive and roaring drive the forest buffalo out of cover, forcing them into the clearing where the dragon can catch and kill them.

Why does a young dragon arrive, and what happens next?

A young black dragon settles nearby and attempts to take scraps from the elder’s kill. Thauglor growls and spreads his wings to prevent sharing until he has finished feeding.

Sep 21, 2026

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